Recently got myself a beautiful Moonstone pendant, which i’ve actually just had to take off because it feels so strong. I took her in the ocean the other day and then lay in bright sunlight so i feel she’s overcharged and needs some peace for awhile. A shame, because she looks so beautiful but you have to listen to your stones.
🌙 The stone of new beginnings. Can be beneficial for adjusting to a difficult change or invoking a different path in life if you feel stuck in a rut.
🌙 Can calm and soothe hot headed, fiery or anxious people, especially passive aggressive or quietly threatening people, with its passive feminine energy.
🌙 Invokes intuition, and encourages spontaneity.
🌙 Opens the wearer to the energies of others, giving a heightened ability to read and understand situations and the feelings of others.
🌙 Encourages lucid dreaming and clairvoyant/psychic abilities (in the way that you may be able to tune in to more subtle energies and vibrations around you, giving you a better understanding of the space and the beings in it).
So overall, Moonstone drastically boost perception, intuition and spirituality, and allows you to understand and perceive deeper understandings of the things around you, which is generally why it is known as the Psychics Stone.
This is why i needed to take it off: i was analysing everyone and everything around me to the point that my head god chaotic. I felt and understood too much, and got too deep into my own head.
Day 23 features a hell of a lot of scales. So many scales. I swear when I first saw this prompt and character the first thing to cross my mind was ‘oh my god someone wants me dead…’ XD But I jest! For all my complaining about drawing au ra scales, they’re not so bad. I just need to really keep on my breaks so my hand doesn’t cramp up. So yeah! Had a ton of fun doing this one in all honesty! Such a cute character…then I covered her in snakes. Now she’s a cute snake covered character >:V
Like Father, Like Daughter - Kakashi Hatake x Reader
Summary : The death of your father hits you full force right in the face, and you don’t think you’ll ever be able to feel ok again…Fortunately for you, a certain Copy Ninja is here to try and cheer you up the best he can.
Well, I thought I’d just jump into it. Something completely unrelated to DC/Mavel, a bit of love for Kakashi from the anime “Naruto”…I just really wanted to write this piece with the scarecrow. Tell me if you want more of those (I’ve been binge watching Naruto, One Piece and Full Metal Alchemist particularly lately so…send request about that if you wanna) I’m really REALLY unsure about that one…But hey, I’m posting it anyway. Hope you’ll like it:
…Stale baguette ? Where were you even finding your insults ? How was he suppose to punish you for using bad words when you were being so damn hilarious ? Stale baguette. He had to remember that one.
Jiraiya looked at you tenderly. You. His daughter. A daughter he never even should have had. His daughter than never let anyone walk on her feet. His small little baby girl…who was already sixteen. Where have the years gone ?
He was staring at you, his eyes full of awe and love, as usual, and couldn’t help but think you looked a lot like your mother right now, mad as Hell and ready to kick some ass.
Your mother. Tsunade. The only woman he ever truly loved (though he’d never admit it, as the love was unrequited…or so he thought). Most people were quite…surprised to say the least, when they learned that you were the biological daughter of the two famous sennin, Jiraiya, and Konoha’s fifth Hokage, Tsunade Senju.
You were the result of a very drunken night of passion, the only one they shared…It was Dan’s (your mother “only love”) anniversary of death, and she felt particularly bad. So she went out to drink her sorrow away, and your father went with…The rest is history.
Nine months later, you were there, a surprised to both of them, but one they gladly accepted. They had a lot of flaws, those two, but being bad parents wasn’t one of them.
You lived in Konoha until you were six, until your “Uncle” Orochimaru turned dark, betrayed the village, and your parents’ were too heartbroken to stay. Your life was shared between them. A few months with your dad, a few months with your mom…And you loved it.
Ruffling your hair mischievously, your father lets out a loud laugh and says :
-You’re a terrible flirt. Not as in you do it too often, as in, you’re bad. Like, really bad. Soooooooo bad.
-Yeah I know ! Like father, like daughter right ?
-I don’t think I ever called anyone a “fucking stale baguette” while trying to flirt with them…How did that even come up ?
You shake your head vigorously, you have no idea how you ended up insulting the guy you were flirting with…Was it because he kept making stupid remarks about your boobs ? Or maybe your ass ? You couldn’t even remember, that’s how important to you it was. Yeah, you definitely couldn’t care less.
-No, but remember that time you waited an entire day in the public onsen just to see naked women ?
-Aren’t you suppose to scold me for using bad words anyway ?
-…If I buy you your favorite flavored popsicle, will you shut up and not tell anything to your mother ?
-Buy me two and we have a deal.
You nod, and he puts a protective arm around your shoulder (as a reflex, because if he was honest with himself, he knew you didn’t need protection…You were your parents’ daughter, a very powerful kunoichi, bound to even surpass them one day), his giant frame dwarfing your small one…That, you took from your mother.
It was moments like that that you loved the most with your father. Just silly time with your big idiot of a dad. You two had always been close, ever since the moment you were born. He swore, the first time he held you in his arms, that he would never let anything happen to you…He just didn’t plan on leaving you so soon…
Summary: You keep seeing the same guy everywhere you go. In the coffee shop, on the streets, in your philosophy class. It’s getting to the point where you think he’s stalking you - only to realize that maybe there’s something much more mysterious at play here. (AU: Chen is your guardian angel)
Summary: You, Sam, and Dean attend a high school reunion during a hunt. You really, really hate parties.
Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam
Warnings: Anxiety, panic attack, Dean being a bit of a jerk.
A/N:Whoops I’m late for @hannahindie and @pinknerdpanda‘s Dr. Frank-n-Furter’s Partici…..pation Challenge. The story itself is totally unrelated to RPHS (and for the sake of it, I’m going to pretend the movie doesn’t exist) but I’ve used a bunch of quotes, all of which (that are intentional) are bolded.
“You really think this will work?”
“Oh yeah,” you nodded. “I went to
my–” the next word was mumbled incomprehensibly– “year high school reunion and
I didn’t remember half the people who talked to me. We’ll fit right in.”
“I’m sorry,” Dean said, a hint of
humor on his tongue, “how many years was it?”
“Don’t start with me, old man.” You
leaned across the Impala’s bench, looking between the Winchesters. “So do we
know our backstories?”
“I’m a rich city councilman, I was
in the leaders of tomorrow club, and I’m engaged to you,” Sam recited.
“I just love success,” you said, pressing a joking kiss to his
You and Sam didn’t have feelings
for each other, but that was part of why you always chose to pretend to be with
him instead of his brother, and why you were willing to jokingly flirt with him
when you wouldn’t with the other. You did
have feelings for Dean – the product of late-night talks in each other’s rooms
when neither of you could sleep, which was all too often, and gentle touches
while patching each other up after fights, and sitting together in silence when
one of you was breaking down, and fiercely protecting each other, and years of
sweethearts and beautifuls and that’s my girl’s – and the idea of holding his
hand or saying cute things to each other made you nervous, like a little girl
who desperately wanted to keep her feelings secret. Which you did, really. Unrequited
feelings, you could handle. Awkwardness, you could not.
Nothing big here, a simple symmetrical picture of everyone's favorite cryptid. Crypts are always fun to draw since there’s often no set in stone design for how they looked, so you can mess with their appearances for added effect.
Here’s to the book that started it all. The book that changed my life forever. To the story that shaped me into the person I am today. To the place that always feels like home. Thank you Harry, for everything.
Authors note!~ hey All! I got a request for this imagine. And I couldn’t be more happier to write it! Hopefully it’s not horrible. Lol wanted to point out the gif I used is from last season of PLL because I love Jason with a beard lol
Mannatgalhotra wrote : could you please write a Jason Dilaurentis x reader where the girls need to know if Jason is hiding Ian in his house so the reader is forced to go on a date with him (cuz they All know he always liked her ) to get inside the house. You can pick the ending thank youuu.
“Y/n! You’re the only one Jason will open up too!”
There you were sitting in Spencer’s room. In the background clueless played in the background. No one was paying attention to it. Hanna, and Emily were stretched out on Spencer’s bed. Aria the tiniest of the pack stretched out on the ottoman in front of the bed, Spencer sitting in her chair toby made her. And you were stretched out on the floor. They all decided you had to bite the bullet. And go on a “date” with the hottest guy, your not so secret crush Jason. AKA Alison’s brother. When Alison was alive. She use to threaten you to make sure you didn’t get close to Jason. But now she’s gone. And the girls wanted you to g o out with him to get information on his old pal Ian. Who may or may not be dead. Looking at everyone you shook your head. “No! Absolutely not!” Spencer asked to borrow your phone as you rolled your eyes tossing it to her. You continue your debut with Hanna when Spencer spoke, “ he said yes”
“what!” looking down at your phone. Seeing what spencer wrote
Y/N : HEY Jason want to go out tonight?
Jason: sure ill pick you up in a hour? We can go to the movie in the park. Heard its wolf man
You secretly planning all their deaths. If A didn’t kill them you were going too. Spencer spoke. Breaking your thoughts “god your so naive…” looking at them you gasped loudly “what did you do!
The girls for a hour spent it helping you get ready for your “date” you were sweating . Jason freakin dilaurentis accepted your date invite. Hanna being the fashion god. Helped get your cloths together borrowing Spencer’s cloths. While Aria did your hair. And spencer your makeup. Emily had the hardest job. Trying to calm you down and telling you this was important. But all you could think about was how the hottest guy in existent. Accepted your invite.. and it was fake
The door bell rang, and your heart sank. Nervous, scared , excited all at once. Spencer left the room going for the door. Shaking your head fast. Terrified won of emotions . Could you do this? Could trick Jason? Could you go on a date with your dream guy. And it all just be a lie? Why on earth did Jason even agree to this date? The girls pushed you down as Spencer was talking to Jason. Jason looked amazing like always. Freshly cleaned. Hair looking perfect. A bright smile on his face. Once seeing him your worries disappeared. Confidence build. Jason dilaurentis agreed to this! He wanted to go out with you!
Getting downstairs spencer and the girls said night. You left with Jason. You decided to go to the store to get snacks for the movie vs a meal. The park was full of couples. You didn’t think wolf man would be a huge couple event. But here they were. Jason nudged you. “nervous?” truth was you were. You weren’t like the other girl’s you didn’t have much experience with dating. Or guys in General. Jason always made you tonged tied. Which didn’t help. Jason smiled brightly.
“don’t be nervous. Its just me.” Turning to Jason if only he knew how he affected you! You nudged him back. Smiling. It was beautiful outside. The street lights shinned brightly you and Jason leaned against a hay bale. Sharing s blanket, the lights they had were twilight lights. The perfect setting. With the perfect guy. “They set you up didn’t they?” how did he know ? You nodded your head
You told him the truth. “ the girls figured you would open up to me.. they also know I have a huge crush on you. Two birds one stone… Jason im so sorry!!” looking at him. You expected him to be mad. Especial after hearing you liked him. But he surprised you by grabbing your hand
“they probably saw me as the weak link… Ali and the girls know I love you.. what did they want to know?” You stopped him grabbing his arm. “you love me?” Jason smiled brightly touching your cheek. “focus sweetheart. What did they want to know?” you were smiling ear to ear. He loved you! You were both smiling like idiots. You spoke up.
“did you know they were planning this?” he nodded his head, “ no offense. But you would never ask me out. Your too shy. Which one did it?”
“Spencer.. Hanna came up with the idea. I disagreed. Spencer asked to borrow. My phone I didn’t think anything of it.. then she texted and you responded. AND I COULD! Of asked you out!” Jason rubbed his neck. He was always the perfect bad boy. You never seen him blush before. Courage rushed inside you. Filling you up as you leaned over kissing him. You leaned back. Breaking the kiss to feel his hand on your neck pulling you back. The rest of the night you both were too consumed with each other and the perfect night you completely forgot about the answer to Ian. The perfect evening ended with thunder. Jumping high you broke your latest kiss with Jason. Laughing softly. Jason touched your cheek he was smiling brightly. The rain poured. Down instantly you and everyone in the park all vanished. Jason lead you to his house. Well this is what the girls wanted. You in Jason’s house. Well now here you are. Inside the front entry. Jason walked to the living room.
“relax ill get you some dry cloths. Then ill take you home.” You agreed rubbing your arms. The rain soak you to the bone. He left running upstairs. As long as he wasn’t getting Alis cloths for you. You be happy. Looking around the living room. It looked the same as when Ali lived here. But you felt someone watching you. Turning around seeing the room empty. Jason was fusing around upstairs. Getting changed and finding you cloths.
Walking over to the piano. Seeing the family photos. They looked so happy. When you heard something crashed. Turning around seeing Ian charging towards you. Screaming loudly you leaped away from Ian running towards the front door. Jason rushed down the stairs. He leaped down the few reminding stairs and tackled Ian to the ground. You watched in horror seeing the fight. Ian and Jason fought until Ian ran off.
Jason rushed over to you. Moving your hair looking you over making sure you were ok. Breathing deeply looking at Jason. “So.. Ian is Alive.. and homicidal?”
“Y/N I am so sorry.. are you ok?” you nodded. Looking at the messy living room with destroyed pictures all over the floor. Breathing deeply. “Jason next night. No creeps trying to kill us.” He smiled brightly nodded his head.